Saturday, September 10, 2011

As We Approach the 10th Anniversary of 9/11....

Now I lay me down to sleep...one less terrorist this world does keep...with all my heart I give my thanks...to those in uniform regardless of their rank...you serve our country and serve it well...with humble hearts your stories tell...so as I rest my weary eyes...while freedom rings our flag still flies...you give your all, do what you must...with God we live and In God we trust....Amen.

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Sunday, August 21, 2011

This Makes Me So Mad

http://newyork.cbslocal.com/2011/08/13/report-911-first-responders-not-invited-to-10th-anniversary-ceremony-at-ground-zero/

9/11 First Responders NOT invited to the 10th Annivesary

War Diaries

For years I have been keeping a journal/diary just for the purpose of talking about what happened on 9/11 and the wars that have since began after it. I wanted to do this so that I have a memory of it, and also so that when I have children I can share it with them. My hope is that they will then understand what it was like for someone who lived through it.

With the 10 year anniversary of 9/11 coming up,  thought that I would share some of my journal entries with all of you.

September 11, 2008
                Today is the seventh anniversary of the 9/11 attacks on the World Trade Center, the Pentagon, and the flight that went down in a Pennsylvania field. While the rest of the world tries to slowly forget—some of us live each day with a reminder of what happened that day and the emotions that were felt. I still remember the confusion, anger, sadness, and the fear. I remember exactly what I was doing and where I was.
                Most of my school seemed to forget or neglect what today is and what it represents. They didn’t stop, or even slow down, to appreciate the significance or the gift we as Americans have called freedom. They weren’t just a little nicer to each other; they didn’t take the time to help each other out. They still rushed through their busy days as though it was any other day.
                It is “Patriot’s Day” in a country that shows little respect for its troops anymore; what does that even mean?
September 18, 2008
                Now that the anniversary of 9/11 has come and gone, America has seemed to forget once again. I don’t understand this at all. We, as a society, can come together one day to remember what happened, the lives lost, and how we felt that day? That’s it? That’s all the empathy we can manage? This didn’t just happen to those directly, personally involved—9/11 affected all of us as a nation, at least it should have.
                Yesterday while driving home from school, windows down to let the cool night air in and the radio blaring from the speakers, I truly saw the beauty of this privilege. That’s right, living in America is a privilege, a gift—not a basic human right! People lose sight of that and take it for granted in today’s world.
                Other countries around the world don’t have that freedom. They can’t have a carefree moment where they feel at peace with their lives, all of the day’s troubles blown away by the wind that is circulating through the car and out the various open windows. AS I thought of this my eyes filled with tears as a wave of many different emotions washed over me. I couldn’t contain this emotional moment. I cried and though of how truly beautiful this country is and how thankful I am to live in a place where men and women, boys and girls, are willing to give up everything to keep us free—even at the price of their own lives! That is a beautiful and extraordinary thing.
September 19, 2008
                Today I started reading “The Freedom Writers Diary” for my sociology class. It is an amazing book and is giving me a whole new perspective on things, including the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan. This is something I did not expect from this book, of course.
                What are the people over there feeling and thinking about everything? How do they feel about 9/11—not the people who caused it or are part of terroristic groups, but just regular citizens like me? Do they understand our frustration and anger? Do they feel sympathy, apathy? Do they understand why our troops are doing this? Do they realize what the troops have given up or they simply think of them as monsters or murderers? Do they feel we are trying to give them, and protect, their freedom? Or do they think we are taking it away?
                I’ve never really thought about these things before. I’ve only thought of the fact that there is a war, why I believe we are doing it, and that I don’t want a war on our ground. This is probably very selfish of me, but can anyone really blame me for that?
September 20, 2008
                I have discovered something very disturbing and disheartening about this country in which we live—they are selfish, heartless tyrants! We have politicians fighting rather than trying to come together for the good of the country. We have citizens protesting at fallen heroes’ funerals. Worst of all, our troops are ashamed of their service due to the way society treats them.
                This is very obvious at my college. I have had service members in every class I have been in so far and they always feel they have to hide it from the rest of the class. This is very sad and appalling to me. I am proud and grateful that we have men and women who volunteer and are willing to risk their lives to keep us free. They give up everything—their jobs, lives, time with family, time with friends, and sleeping in the safety and comfort of their own beds. They are amazing people who should be respected and honored for what they do.
                What is our society doing while these brave men and women fight for this “great” nation? They are shopping, complaining, clubbing, sleeping around, doing and dealing drugs, getting drunk, and other insignificant, selfish things. I feel ashamed of the United States sometimes—something I never in a million years thought I would ever say. The way they treat our troops is disgusting and they are the ones who should feel ashamed.

Friday, August 19, 2011

Minnesota Flags at Half-Staff

St. Paul, MN – In honor and remembrance of Navy SEAL Special Operator Second Class Nicholas Patrick Spehar, Governor Mark Dayton has ordered all U.S. flags and Minnesota flags to be flown at half-staff at all state and federal buildings in the State of Minnesota, from sunrise until sunset on Friday, August 19, 2011.  
 
Special Operator Second Class Spehar, of Chisago City, was twenty-four years old, and a 2005 graduate of Chisago Lakes High School. He enlisted in the United States Navy in March, 2007, earning a spot in the Navy SEALS.
 
Special Operator Second Class Spehar’s first deployment took him to the Philippines in support of Operation Enduring Freedom, where he earned the prestigious position of Honor Man in both Naval Special Warfare Lead Breacher and Naval Special Warfare Sniper School. After a second deployment to Yemen, Special Operator Second Class Spehar volunteered for deployment to Afghanistan and died a hero on Saturday, August 6, 2011, in the Wardak Province of Afghanistan, while serving in combat.
 
At the direction of the Governor, Minnesota flies it’s flags at half-staff following the death of Minnesota military personnel killed in the line of duty, on the day of interment.

COURTESY OF: http://mn.gov/governor/newsroom/pressreleasedetail.jsp?id=102-26316

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Not All Wounds Are Visible...


Silent Wounds

For all those who suffer from P.T.S.D. and other mental health issues.

My wounds you cannot see
They don’t bleed outwardly
The wounds I have still cut me
They tear my soul apart.

My wounds are like my battle scars
They leave memories of the past
I can’t seem to make them go away
They lie heavy on my heart.

My wounds you cannot see
But that doesn’t mean they’re fake
The pain they cause is real
Even though you may not see.

My wounds leave scars forever
Though one day they may heal
They will always be a part of me
But one day I’ll be free.



© August 13, 2011, Tawny Marie Michels